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Mutant Town is, yet again, ground zero for a political statement. A woman of dark skin grips the front of a Prius and without warning flips it onto it's roof, setting off the alarm. A blond man leaps up to the top of an SUV and holds his hands outward in a stopping motion, "Be calm brothers and sisters and rejoice, for the hour of our liberation is at hand!" he speaks with the fervor of a televangelist, "We have been shown the way to freedom!" a man tosses a glowing spear from hand to hand, a well maintained if oddly styled beard on his face, and lastly a man… or perhaps woman? Hard to tell, with layers of wrapped clothing on, a shawl covering hsi head and face, holds a whip of pure energy in his hand, it hisses and jumps as it touches the asphault, melting little jagged lines into the street. They're all wearing a black and red uniform of sorts… Oh goodie. More super powered Freedom Fighters.

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Heroes generally have areas of focus. The Bats keep an eye Gotham. The X-Men watch out for mutants. It's good, everyone needs a cause, but it does tend to limit them. Jericho is not a hero, so he doesn't have this problem. He is however rather curious as to what the hell is going on in M-Town. Camera stills and CCTV feeds have been showing a scene of pure chaos. The hacker sets down on wings of glowing light trying to figure who is doing what and if he needs to do anything about it. The trouble with intervening in mutant town scuffles is one of identification. Everyone looks so unique that they all kind of end up looking the same. And screaming about mutants rights doesn't help either. Everyone does that here. Oy.

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The X-Men Red team has comptuers and staff and resources and all that hoodoo to know when things are going bad. They don't show up to everything of course. Some things don't need thier particular attention, others are handled by other groups of do-gooders, but when this one hit the feed Illyana decided to check it out. She steps out of a circle of light, like some eldritch hobbit door, walking up next to Jericho. "I heard there was some kind of disturbance." She's in costume, all black trimmed in red.

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Ah, M-Town. Nancy usually gets mixed reviews when she comes down here. Most people either love her or hate her. She's the girl that turns off your powers and makes you normal. Fewer are the ones that are indifferent to her. Nancy likes those people, the ones that just couldn't care about her one way or the other. She pulls up in the Nest's pick-up truck, here to pick up a couple of the Nesters that have jobs in the area. It's the least she can do.

Nancy notices the protest starting and rolls her eyes. It must be Friday. Or Tuesday. Or, hell, let's be honest, a day ending in Y.

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It's her day off. Do you know how often Melinda May gets a day off? Almost never. And yet here she is in M-Town, having agreed to meet Trent here. He owes her. Exponentially more than yesterday. Having arrived via mundane means, she might be noteworthy simply because she's NOT blue and furry, or floating in mid-air, or tossing cars around like pillows, or even yelling about mutant rights. Which, for the record, in politics the squeaky wheel does NOT always get the most attention. Amateurs.

Having spotted the glowing golden wings as Jericho arrived nearby, she's starting toward the hacker's location and debating whether to tell him what for or tell him to get them both the hell away from here before something happens.

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The cries of liberation? Musical, yet, not of his own composition.
"Loss, do you hear this?"
"Yes, Savior. I do." The female voice to his left responds.
"My mask." The object is handed over and the tall, broad shouldered fit man covers his face before striding out in to the streets, a dull reddish hoodie covers his upperbody the armor plating attached to the black outfit underneath is obscured by it.
The Amazonian built blue-skinned female with him harbors no such thing as armor. The woman is the Gene Nation 'hosts' bodyguard and assistant. She's a mutant like himself.

"What have we here… " The Russian accent oddly broken by too much exposure to another land. It still distinctly holds that original flavor to it yet now, mixed with something else and decent English. The mask's distortion is also it's own aid.
No action from the two Brotherhood members who now stand before the building they just stepped free of. They're at the moment watching.

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Jamie Madrox reaches up and pulls the collar of his coat up to better hide his face as he hunches down over his yummy yummy steaming coffee. It's cold outside and, of course, some group of asshats in spandex decided /today/ is the day they have to make a stand. He hopes they'll just prattle on a bit and then leave. That would be super.

Cortez's voice becomes a fever pitch, "Rise with us! Find your place among homo-superior! Know that the world order that has ground you beneath it's heel for so long, for being different, for being /better/ then them, will soon fall to the might and righteousness of a new world order, one made by mutant kind /for/ mutant kind!" The guy is clearly 'into' it, as veins stand out on his neck and forehead and his eyes are a touch to wide to be considered 'sane eyes'. The dark skinned woman, now tired of the squeeling alarm just punches a fist into the vehicles cuts and roots around for a moment before wrenching out a small box of wires. The car alarm sort of dies a sudden womping death.

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Jericho glances over to Illyana, having not noted May or Nancy yet. "Yeah, disturbance is one way of putting it. I take it you're here for the same reason?" His traces are already starting to glow blue. One nice thing about being in M-Town is he rarely has to worry about tracing out. Sure he might not ever get mistaken for a mutant (though stranger things have happened) but one guy with glowy circuit patters amid all riot of uniqueness that is M-Town sort of doesn't register or stand out in nearly the same way.

The hacker's already looking for a car that has the OneStar system on it. There's one. Nice big Cadillac Escalde. That'll do nicely. Iniaite Self Start… activate Remote Drive…

"Any of these guys people we need to worry about?" Yes 'we'. He's not a mutant, but still.

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Illyana purses her lips as she looks over at the gathered group. "Acolytes. Obviously, they drank the super-strong version of Magneto's Koolaid." Great. She's wearing the same colors as the baddies today. Hopefully that doesn't end up getting her shot at or something. "Big chick is Arclight. Strong. Tough. Harpoon. Don't get hit. Don't remember the other two off the top of my head." Illyana wasn't a career X-Man before Red. She didn't like, study the list of baddies so she's gotta go with what she remembers. "Worry about them all. Safest thing." She says, tossing a smirk back at Jericho.

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Melinda May sees that Illyana just 'popped' in next to Trent and has to stop from rolling her eyes. She doesn't really have anything against the blonde woman herself. Just the rather chaotic influences she adds to deal with the hacker on any given day. But, considering all of the noise that bunch over there is making, she opts to NOT be all sneaky-like. Not really any point. So, she approaches Jericho from the direction opposite Illyana's point of arrival and offers them each a small nod by way of greeting. "That why you're here?" she asks with a small head tilt toward the rabble-rousers.

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Nancy's attention is on the people spouting off tales of freedom, talking about how mutants are better. She has to laugh. From what she heard about that Magneto guy, it strikes her as incredibly ironic that he's doing the whole Nazi Ubermensch spiel. She watches from her pick-up, wondering if Wade and Ben are going to show up from their construction jobs or if this display is going to keep them away. She keeps her power close for now, but watches just in case it's needed.

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"Do you hear this?" Savior waves a hand out towards the commotion as he speaks over his shoulder towards Loss. "This is, ironic and quite confusing. It's uh neeploha… uh… not so bad. But it is not ours." A grunt noise comes from Mikhail. A curious scan has him attempting to assess the general power scale of those around him.
"How can I not, they woke me from my nap." The bored response from Loss.
"Waste of time. You're to be a bodyguard not sleeping."
"Yes, I apologize Savior. I forget you are in constant danger. " The woman rolls her eyes off to the side as she watches a Cadillac Escalade with no driver roar to life.
"No more American television for you, Loss. I am not liking this new sarcasm."
Loss is not going to argue with her lord as it was him who told her to watch more television so she could learn what is they do, especially with Gene Nation and the Brotherhood movement but… the man is nuts. You don't argue with crazy. What is funny one instant is suddenly waking up with your face being held over a vat of acid.
The arrival of the extras, especially Illyana has Savior waving his hand in the air in a cut or 'slice' action demanding silence as he continues to observe. "Hrm. It gets more interesting." Recognition? No. None what so ever. He's never even met Illyana, these Outsiders, X-Men or Agent May.
Nor the Acolytes. He has at least heard of them and to some extent X-Men.

The arrival of the extras, especially Illyana has Savior waving his hand in the air in a cut or 'slice' action demanding silence as he continues to observe. "Hrm. It gets more interesting." Could this be…

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Energy? Well, this is mutant town, most everyone here has higher then regulary energy spikes, in face it's a little chaotic, but there's a clear spike of it surrounding the SUV, of the group however the supposed leader seems to possess the least energy signature while the guy with the whip and the one with the quiver of javelins are well lit.

Jamie hunkers lower over his coffee and he closes his eyes and crosses his fingers while softly chanting "pleasegoawaypleasegoawaypleasegoaway-" over and over and over again.

Cortez continues, "This land is rife with the weak leading the strong, the corrupt pressing their filth upon us! No more! We will stand and fi-" "Hey, hows about you fuck off pretty boy? Get down off the SUV and put the weapons down. Get down on the ground, hands knit on top of your goldilocks." says a rather thick New York accent coming from a uniformed cop standing behind a cop car parked not to far away. Apparently he just came out of the bodega there to see what the rukus was about. His partener has joined him, as have the two cops that were with them. They're not entirely stupid… they keep their cruisers between themselves and the Acolytes and their guns are pointed the mutant's way. "You see!!" Cortez shouts, waving a hand at the cops, "Peaceful demonstrations are met with the promise of violence upon our kind! They wish out extermination!" the cops now look confused, except the one that spoke first, "Hey! Buddy! Offa the fuggin' car! Now!" the guy next to him is speaking fast into his radio on his shoulder. Cortez eyes the cop, his eyes narrowing, "I am no buddy of yours pig. Harpoon, cleanse this filth from out streets." the large bearded man grins.

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"Right." Worry about them all. Sound advice, Jericho thinks. "Well in that case I think I can put in some civil service time." The escalade Jericho has hacked suddenly pulls out of it's parking spot and accellerates flat out right for 'Arclight'. It may or may not actually do anything but it'll be a nice distraction while everyone else repositions and gets into the action. "Hello May. Sorry to drag you out for this. I didn't know it was going to be a block party when I called."

His traces pulse and his wolf armor springs into existance around him. For those who have not seen it in a while, it's different. Hulking and lupine still yes but now with spines down the back and out the shoulders and a long lizardlike tail. He has no idea why (well, some idea why but no idea why he can't change it back). "Maxwell…" He mutters.

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Illyana tosses May a smirk as the SHIELD agent joins them but her attention is quickly pulled back to the situation at-hand when the cops show up. She might have been content to let the guys talk until they ran out of steam so long as that was pretty much the extent of it but clearly they haven't learned better yet.

As Jericho pilots the car at the Amazonian-like woman, Illyana teleports herself to a location above and behind the cops taking cover behind their cruiser. It sort of looks like she's standing on a circle of light, though really she's standing on the solid ground of Limbo and the stepping disk is just a good six feet above the ground on Earth. "I don't think we need anyone who goes by 'Harpoon' cleaning anything." Illyana says, her tone pitched to carry. If said mutant goes tossing things, she'll try to intercept them with stepping disks.

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Okay, threatening the Boys in Blue for doing there job and trying to keep the peace? Yeah, now Nancy finally steps out of the pick-up. With her hands in her pocket, she starts to saunter over in the direction of the one the prettyboy called Harpoon. Nice weapon, but if these guys are claiming to be Homo Superior, then it's not just a weapon. There is something special about him and hopefully she can get close enough to him to turn it off before he becomes a cop killer.

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Melinda May does finally sigh when the police show up to this 'demonstration', though Mega-K'Nert there earns a brief doubletake. But really, this is about to get out of control, so while Illyana takes the high road to distract the rabble-rousers, she pulls her SHIELD ID and steps toward the police officers. What she expects to be able to do? Not sure. But maybe she'll be able to distract the officers long enough for Trent and Rasputin to deal with those troublemakers.

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"The weak, the strong… " Savior grunts. His entire demeanor has changed, however. He is watching Illyana and little else.
"What should we do?" Loss inquires.
"We watch. Do nothing, touch none of them. Tell the others to stay out of it as well." The blue skinned woman stares at Mikhail's back a moment before looking over her shoulder and nodding. "You heard him. Make sure no one interferes."
"Our people. We need much more… uh, unifying still. Our method of communication is greatly failing us." The Russian warlord remarks idly, Loss isn't paying attention. Whatver third being was near them and behind, inside the building hasn't spoken, it's presence little more than a shadow. Typical. The man has to almost be impressed by the police officers, cops generally avoid M-Town. But then, 11th Precinct has been getting bold since it's inception.

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Jamie Madrox lets out a slow breath as he hears the bit about 'cleansing', "Fuck." he says, staring at his coffee forlornly. He shrugs, "Best it not go to waste…" and he picks it up and turns to begin running at the group of Acolytes, "Senyaka you ol' so and so!" he says with a beaming grin, "Coffee?" he asks, tossing the cardboard cup at the man in an overhand throw.

Cortez frowns, "X-Men!" he says as Illyana appears, and his eyes narrow, "Take them do-!" he doesn't get to finish the statement as an Escalade rams into Arclight, who lowers a shoulder into the crumpling truck's hood and slides backwards under the power of the vehicle, until she and it slam into the SUV that was pulling double duty as Cortez's dais. The blond man is jostled and falls heavily to the roof with a grunt, his rant cut short. Senyaka's arm flicks and his whip cuts the cup in hald mid air, which only causes scalding hot coffee to come spraying at his face, at the same moment Harpoon moves with speed and hurls a spear at the cop car, the instant it leaves his hand there's a sonic boom that WHOOMPS and causes the windows to rattle around them. "STOP THEM!!" Cortez screams, spittle flying from his lips as he tries to get back up to his feet.

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Jericho sees Nancy now and just starts to grin. He may get burnt up a bit but it may be worth it. Now a large blue glowy wolf-thing he moves in directly for the knot of people who had been harranguing and is now flying off the handle. This is more obvious than his usual play. Digital claws are not subtle weapons, after all and that's not counting his blade which is not yet in play. Obvious is what he wants here right now though. Tie up their attention and let Illyana and Nancy depower them. Then questions can be asked. He hopes.

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One of the downsides of channeling your power through something like a harpoon? There's a lot of time to react from when you start the motion to releasing and Illyana can open stepping disks at the speed of thought. A disk opens up a good ten feet in diameter while another opens behind Arclight. Say hello to friendly fire.

Illyana's elevated position lets her get a good idea of who they've got involved here and thankfully, she also knows what most of them are good at. "May! Get the cops out of here." If a cop is killed in M-Town it'll likely be the start of some bloody riots.

The moment that Cadillac hits the car-wrecking woman and the harpoon man flings his first weapon, May is moving at a full run. So, while it looks like she's following Illyana's instructions, that had been her goal in the first place. Just not so … abruptly. Her ID disappears back into her jacket and she snags each officer by one arm and pulls them away from the street and toward the nearest building at a run. Just TRY to stop her. If either police office protests, she'll put them down and then drag them clear. And then she'll explain. Later.

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Nancy starts to run now, pushing her bubble to its full size as she does so. She spies the familiar… or maybe not? wolf form of her foster brother and smiles. He definitely gets the attention, being all glowy like that. Certainly more attention grabbing then the ex-goth. Hearing her best friend's voice, she looks over that way for a moment. Good, way out of Nancy's influence so she can push her aura to the full effect without worrying about her. Nancy races over to the Cadillac, hoping to capture a couple of these rabble-rousers in the safe embrace of her field.

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Arclight uses the momentum of the two impacting cars to sink her hands into the caddy and lift, hurteling it straight up into the air right into Jericho's path… about a half a second before a glowing spear appears sicking through her lower back. She blinks, then screams, reaching down to grab at the spike as she falls to her knees. Harpoon looks over his shoulder at Arclight, winces, and then turns to frown at the glowing circle in front of him. "Hrmph!" he states before he spins and flicks another spear through the air, this one towards the caddy that's just starting to fall back down to earth. This one doesn't sonic boom. It just kinda… floats through the air. Harpoon looks very confused by this and then stares down at his hand as if it has betrayed him. Meanwhile, the psionic whip wielding Senyaka is clawing at his face and trying to mop the scalding coffee out of his eyes all at once. This would work better if…

Jamie splits into two as his feet pound the pavement, then four, then two of him go high and two go low wihout any obvious signs of planning. A Jamie hits the psionic with a clothes line, another hits him with a shoulder dead center in his chest, a third football punts him between the legs, while forth, a half second behind the groin kick, takes Senyaka out at the knees. The simultaneous 'gakk!' 'umph!' 'YIIIIIIIIII!' and 'arrrrgggg!' noises from Senyaka make for a noise no human should ever make.

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Jericho was going to get hit by a car. Fortunately, there's an Illyana and the person who was going to hit him with a car now has a spear sticking out of her back. Good. He can use that. He vaults over the now crumpled Escalade, grabs Arclite by the spear sticking out of her back and flings her at Nancy's feet. Then he turns toward the next nearest threat and swipes with his claws. This isn't entirely for show. He'd really like to put these guys down and out. He's just convinced that the people who are going to be most effective at this aren't named Trent.

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Illyana can guess the reason for Harpoon's confusion, but she's not going to make Nancy a target by pointing it out. Cops? Out of danger. Brick? Down. Guy with the scary spears? Neutralized. And it's raining men on Senyaka. That just leaves…. Illyana rises up higher to get a better vantage point to try to spot Cortez so she can round up the last of this little funtime group.

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Pulling out the laser pistol from the HMSS Starfire, Nancy double checks that it is on stun before firing. She looks down at the dark-skinned woman that has been thrown at her feet by her foster brother and smiles at her as she puts a foot on her shoulder. "Sleep sweet, sunshine," she tells her as she fires point-blank at the woman. Now it's time for that spear throwing guy. She may not look like a goth anymore, but she still has the snarky attitude. "Oh no! Is your power gone? Oops, I did it again," she tells him before firing the laser, aimed at his torso.

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Melinda May drags the officers into a little shop of some sort (she doesn't stop to see exactly what), gives them the 'stay here if you have brain cells' glare while revealing her SHIELD ID to them, then pulls what look like two cylindrical, metallic cigar cases out of a pocket. Leaving the shop again, she triggers the batons to telescope out to full length and races back into the fray. If the head loudmouth of this group isn't distracted by anyone else — hell, better if he is — she'll aim to put him down.

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Cortez looks around him in abject confusion… this isn't how this was supposed to go. They were going to rise up with him, he was going to recruit, start a movement! What happened?! … The X-men of course. Of course. It's always them. Harpoon manages to shake himself free of his shock, and blocks Jericho's claws with a harpoon which falls apart in slices and he blinks, looking confused again. Then his hands instantly go up into the air over his head, sticking straight up in the universal 'I surrender' sign. It's an odd possition to get stunned in, because a moment later he falls over stiff as a plank and shaped like one too. Arclight quietly bleeds at Nancie's feet, to unconscious to do anything about it. Senyaka is making wretching noises as four young men in trench coats kick him, and Cortez… well he just looks like he's about to have an stroke. "NO! NONONONO!"

He slides down off of the SUV, his cap fluttering behind him, "NOT AGAIN!" he plants his feet and spreads his arms out towards Illyana and there's a sudden /WEIGHT/ in the air, like the air preassure just changed or gravity grew 5 times, a bending of forces around Cortez… Savior can feel it before the others, the man with the least amount of power of the group just altered the way energy functions. Cortez might only be able to do the one thing, but he does it /VERY/ well. Illyana can feel the shift a split second after Mikhail, like a growing tingle inside her that rises quickly to a painful burn. Energy. Power. Must. Get. It. OUT…

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Jericho's eyes widen. Illyana and Mikhail aren't the only ones who can feel that though an explanation of why he can will have to wait till later. He drops his wolf armor and summons bat wings, turning and slapping Harpoon to the ground as he lifts off. He's not at all sure if he can siphon this off her, but at this point? It's worth a shot.

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"It is time to interfere." Savior informs Loss. "Help our fallen and misguided brethren."
Nodding her head Loss turns around and puts her back to the man, her eyes closing. Telepathy is a wonderful form of communication, those awaiting members of Gene Nation and Mikhail's cell of the Brotherhood begin to move in. They'll do as they're commanded and aid the Acolytes in an escape.
"The rest?"
"Leave them be." Mikhail replies. This is now a good time for him to have a meet with Cortez. Perhaps they can come to some kind of agreement.
Then, Fabian exerts his own unique gift.
The target?
Mikhail's own sister.
His hand force he lifts it up, "Nyet. You idiot!" One of the twelve just reveals himself and his power envelops Cortez in a swath of eldritch green energy (Which, of course, has it's own effects on Illyana by means of mutant power conduit and comic book science?).

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Illyana manages to spot Cortez through the mess going on, but unfortunately he has apparently spotted her too. One hand lifts a bit, as though to steady herself as the eerie pressure-change sort of feeling makes her shakes her head a bit. And then the power starts to build. And burn. The stepping disk she's standing on starts to open wider and wider, and the other disks start to open in the area, starting close to Illyana and rippling further outward. They start as pinpricks of light and then blossom wider. Some of the portals cut through things. Cars. Buildings. Lightposts. When they wink back out it's like they've been cut with a monofilimant whip.

Illyana drops to a knee, lips peeling back as she grits her teeth. And then the energy shifts. All of the portals save the one Illyana's standing on wink out all at once and the one she is on flares wide and tilts on an axis, dumping the blonde towards the ground. Everything that passes on one side of the disk just disappears. It starts to twist on another axis, still widening in a flat spin.

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Being very likely the only joe regular human here, May doesn't notice the strange energy buildup… or dismisses it as a side effect of one of the powered types around here doing whatever they're doing. Thus, she's still charging toward Cortez when the insane-seeming man is surrounded by a weird green glow. She stops abruptly, but that puts her within arm's reach of Nancy with the stun gun and Trent who appears to be preparing to bolt. That's not like him. "Trent," she says, hoping to get some kind of explanation. And then things get really weird, and all May can do is look toward Illyana.

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By no means is Mikhail a caring man, nor a decent one any longer but perhaps he is having a moment, a flash of images course through his mind's eye, images decades past, visions of a screaming crew, a much weaker him, a feeble man and hesitation. There is no hesitation this time. The man calling himself the Savior extends his powers outward, enveloping all of those near caught in the Dimensional maelstrom Illyana, himself and Cortez have unleashed, protective globes of warped energy surround those near enough. Encasing them in orbs.

"Ah, little Snowflake, you are truly a Rasputin." Such power. These words are lost in the chaos around them. Perhaps none heard, perhaps it was just in his head.

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The flinging portals of bright golden energy cut swaths of destruction through the street, swallowing bubbles and tubes of matter and making them vanish entirely from the world. Then they become it, just a single tumbling disk of power. Illyana, at it's genisis, is the first to vanish, followed by May as the flat surface tumbles over her, making her disappear in wink, it rolls up and over Cortez, missing him, but swallowing Jamie on the other side just as he was turning run away from the unconscious Senyaka. Poof. Gone. It spins sideways and yaws over Jericho, gobbling him up out of the air. The very edge of the disk warps, no longer perfectly circular, Mikhail's energy alters it's state and it spreads out flatter, oval like, and in a flick swallows up the eldest Rasputin and the majority of the brick walls in the alleyway on either side of him, leaving the blue woman standing there alone in plain view of the world looking out over cleanly severed pavement and 2/3's of a dumpster… whos contents spill across her shoes. Then it's gone and the over powering sense of energy and power is gone, everything returning to normal as the disc winks out of exsistence between one rotation and the next. "HA HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!" Cortez cackles madly, spinning in place to look around him, hsi eyes wide and foam flicking at the corners of his lips, "YOU SEE?!" he screams at the crowd, "NONE MAY STAND BEFORE US!!"

Everyone's seen a blasted landscape in the movies, some post apocalyptic hell where there's dirt and dust and what not. This isn't that. Even blasted as it is there's life there, lizards and cacti and what have you. This place is different. The sky is blackblue with rolling clouds that look like smoke from a bad fire only filling the sky overhead. The earth is a flat gray, a lifeless ooze like color of complete colorless void, a nothing. The wind howls, cold because of the time of year and cutting because it is sharp and unobstructed, slicing through clothing and flesh alike like a knife, feeling as though it were exiting the other side of ones body. Despite this, there is no dust, the gray surface is more clay like, but not actually clay, and with the black sky and the barely accessible sunlight which casts everything in a colorless monochorme of grayscale it's clear that /this/ is what a post apocalyptic world should look like. Devoid. Bland. Lifeless. It looks alien honestly.

Jamie Madrox stumbles as he appears, slips, falls, and slides on the curved surface of the bowl shape they all appear on, "Oh come on! I just wash these pa-" and then Jamie Madrox, the Multiple Man, suffers an instantaneous and magnificent grand mall seizure. His body stiffens, flecks of foam and spit begin to slide from the corners of his mouth, the whites of his eyes turn pink as capilaries burst and bloody tears begin to track down his cheeks. His ears show similar signs, small rivlets of crimson rolling down his neck as he falls over face first into the gray dirt and twitches and flails.

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"Just a moment, May!" Jericho calls out as he launches skyward. He does note - indeed he can't miss - the landscape change and the accompannying jarring shift in the network signatures. Which is to say the sudden absence of them. He's entirely focused, however, on catching Illyana. Only once that's accomplished does he look around to see what's happened… and discovers that no, this is not Limbo as he expected. In fact… this isn't New York either, or if it is it's no version of it he recognizes. Crap. Glancing down briefly at the blonde sorceress and then around he returns just in time to see Jamie go into a sudden siezure. "That's… bad." Is all he can say, glancing down once more to see if Illyana's conscious.

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Illyana fell because of the tipping of her stepping disk. Which isn't supposed to happen without express orders, damnit! It makes a demon queen look silly. The power that was burning its way through her veins has subsided as well so it's dazed blue eyes that blink back up at Jericho as he keeps her from making the hard fall. Even disoriented, she follows the track of Jericho's gaze and gives his shoulder a rough push. "Go!" She works on getting her feet under her and trying to get her bearings to take stock of what's going on. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."

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Melinda May is normally very steady on her feet, even in the most bizarre of situations. This, however, this is nothing that she's ever, ever prepared for. So even despite Savior's little orb protecting her from the worst of whatever just happened, it's more than disorienting enough to send her tumbling to the ground in the same concave shape Madrox is in. Seeing the man start having a SERIOUS seizure is something she's trained for, though, and despite how messed up her own head feels, she scrambles to her knees to turn Jamie onto his side until the seizures ease off.

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"Yany panemyo… I have returned?" The masked man looks around, away from Jericho, May, Madrox and Illyana. One han thrusts almost triumphantly in to the air and curls in to a fist, energy charges in to it and he stares skyward, beyond it.
No.
Nothingl.
"Come back to me… " He whispers to no one in particular. Once more looking like he talks to himself. His mind seeking outwards, his powers grasping for… nothingness. No answer. A call unanswered, this is not the
Avatar's Voidrealm.

A prolonged icy-blue stare and the voices of the others bring awareness of their presence once more. Composing himself Savior turns around and quietly watches the four before asking, "You, X-Man. Where have you taken us?" No accusation, the man is surprisingly, curious, even empathetic in tone. It's strange to hear a normally harsh, coarse voice get laced with politeness and actual warmth. Very bizarre.
She looks so much like their great-grandmother Elena in pictures of her youth. But these others? Her allies? Companions? New family? Possible enemies? Yes. There is always that. Always enemies.
And quite pointedly as much warmth as he is displaying towards Illyana in voice-to-demeanor alone he seems to show zero concern for Jamie who is in the bouts what could be a seizure.

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Jamie Madrox shakes and shudders, blood and foam and snot pouring from the obligatory orifiaces until mercifully he falls still and unconscious, his body wracked only by the occasional tremor. If it wasn't for that though, it would be easy to mistake him for dead… because Jesus…

Usually this sort of thing would go unnoticed, mostly due to how many energy sources surround Mikhail on a regular basis in the modern world, however, a hundred feet or so over head he senses a formation of arial power signatures. Moments later there's the soft sound of a whining engine followed by a heavy THUD as six and a half feet of black and gray armor slams into the ground with a metalic clank. Those who watch TV will recognize WarMachine… with… more War on him then the other more familiar guy. <Halt.> comes a metalic voice, and over head there is a complex weaving pattern of men in winged suits, much like Falcon, only if there were a dozen of him instead of one. Small red laser sights appear on bodies of everyone in the crator as shoulder mounted cannons and rocket pods rotate and home in on various targets. <You are in violation of Mandate 11-A of the Metropolis Act. You will be processed.>

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Shit. Jericho's still traced out but this isn't looking good. Thirteen on four is not good odds, particularly when all of your opponents can fly and… yeah that's just him on their side. He doesn't make any immediately hostile moves, glancing over to May and Illyana. "I'll back your play but… this isn't a good position." There's also the small chance that whomever this is wouldn't ordinarily be hostile. Granted, none of this look good and his survival instincts are telling him that's because it's not good. They might be able to disk out… if Illyana can. He's not clear that's the case and if so, if she's that weakened it'd be him, this other guy and two people who are fundamentally normals, albiet hightly trained ones.

He hasn't noticed, because it was instinct that the first thing he did was put himself between WarMachine and Illyana.

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Illyana pushes her hair back from her face, trying to ignore the splitting headache she's got. Her inspection of their surroundings is brought up short by Savior talking to her and she peers at the masked man. "Your guess is as good as mine." She says, scowling at their surroundings. She hasn't gotten herself lost in time and space since she was a teenager! "Nowhere I recog—" She breaks off as WarMachine lands with a heavy *thud* that makes the ground shiver.

Now, supervillans aren't prone to the whole 'halt' thing. That tends to be the province of someone that feels they've got some legitimacy behind them, and Illyana *knows* her stepping disks went coocoo for cocoa puffs. The costumed blonde raises her hands a bit in the 'I mean no harm' gesture, lifting her voice. "It'd be helpeful to know what processing entails." Her gaze sweeps upward to spot the fliers, her steps taking her slowly closer to Jamie's twitching body.

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Melinda May reaches to check Jamie's pulse on his neck now that the seizure appears to have ended, still pretty much sitting on the ground next to him as much to make sure he'll be okay as because she's not entirely sure she can stand. Determining that the man is, well, at least not seizing anymore, she's about to shed her jacket despite the cold to use as a blanket for Madrox, but that's when EvenMoreWarMachine and a flock of Falcons appear. She's never heard of a Mandate 11-A, but whatever it is, hell no.

Pushing herself to her feet a bit shakily, May steps to place herself between the new arrivals and the fallen Madrox. She doesn't speak up as Illyana did, and she doesn't reach for any of the weapons still concealed on her person. She DOES get that look on her face that likely only Trent would recognize — the one that says she's mentally preparing to dish out as much violence as necessary to make it out of here more or less intact.

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"Food, cattle, these are the things one processes. Us, mutants, homo-superior? No. Careful with your next words, Machine-men." Savior speaks loudly. His body had become sheathed in a semi-transparent green shield the moment he sensed the foreign signatures. He is not acting yet, however, one can say he has just taken the safety off. The eyes of his mask glowing with green fire, tendrils flickering upwards in thematic display.
Lowering his voice to speak only to those who have traveled with him to this new dimension, "Well, comrades, it would seem fate has determined we are to be allies, at least, for now. I suggest we be prepared to make an escape, give them our dead weight as distraction and retreat until we can determine what manner of world we find ourselves in." That strange Russian on Voidrealm mixed dialect bleeding heavy in to English again.

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The sound of very large calibre automatic weapons most of whom happen to be belt fed racking rounds into their chambers as Illyana begins to move is loud in the otherwise quite windy landscape. <Processing has not changed significantly.> says an almost amussed voice inside the tin can. <And 'Halt' wasn't a suggestion.> there's a soft flash of light and a moment later WarMachine seems to relax… ish. Laser lights disappear from Illyana and May, but remain on the others, <Your Majesty.> the decked out high tech weapon of mass destruction says respectfully, <Your arrival here is a breach of protocol and exsisting treaties. This will require explination.> The head turns around and from above Falcons begin to land with expert skill, each of their hands holding powerful looking machine pistols that retract back into the flying harnesses as they touch down, <Your presence is required to explain this infraction.> the tone is respectful, but also somehow irritated. <Do not attempt to Gate out or the peace is broken. Transport is now on it's w-> the man stops and turns to look over at the fallen Jamie at the exact same time as one of the Falcon's glances down at him. The guns all come up again, machines of death whirring to life and WarMachine's faceplate snaps open to show the face of an irrate Jamie inside, his eyes narrowed to enraged slits, "That…" he says coldly, "was a mistake."

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Jericho's own eyes narrow. He's got not many options here physically but once he gets over the surprise of seeing Jamie's face inside the warmachine he picks up quickly. Carrot and stick time. He holds up one arm and projects the image of Jamie having a siezure. "Easy, easy, not what you think." Hopefully that'll coninvce them. At the same time he powers up a brute force hack of every networked peice of machinery in the area, and if this is anything like the StarkTech he's familiar with, that's all of them. Which is fine. He doesn't need to coopt them or compromize them. Just DOS them. If it comes to a fight, that's going to be their best shot.

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Well, not being targeted is nice, but the title has her looking over to May curiously. Were they talking to the SHIELD agent? She might teasingly call herself the demon queen of Limbo but that would imply a whole hell of a lot more order than most of her demons are capable to bandy around that title with any seriousness.

She's a bright girl though, and especially with the warning not to Gate out… Definitely way more lost than anticipated. "Yeah, I'm really not from around here, so I don't know about any existing treaties or what processing is normally like."

Savoir's suggestion gets a narrow-eyed glare from Illyana, her words hissed out quietly. "No one's dead weight here." The sudden lifting of weapons has Illyana taking the last few steps back, arms spread a bit to help May keep the fallen Jamie protected when she gets a look at the face behind the mask. There's a pause. And then Illyana's striding forward with her temper in her voice. "Are we in the Danger Room? If this is one of your jokes again I swear I'm going to drop you in Siberia!" She swears creatively in Russian, something the Piotr she knew was rather good at.

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The heck? May's eyes flick toward Illyana then back to Stark armor, wondering why they're addressing Trent's friend as if she were royalty. Even though seeing Jamie's face on the man in the WarMachine startles May, she puts herself between the WarMachine and the Falcons (sounds like a band) and even Savior if she can when the locals' just-lowered weapons are lifted again. "No. The mistake would be trying to hurt this man." Gauntlet is down, and May is more than enough out of her comfort zone to be very displeased and more than willing to let it show. Go ahead, try and get past her to Madrox. You don't go after someone when they're down. It's not allowed.

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WarMachine doesn't back down, when she steps forward, so does he, confident, unafraid, and the vulcan cannon barrel on his shoulder spins up instantly, snapping to point at Illyana's face, "Oh yeah Princess, make a move." the Jamie in the seat grins a wicked smile, "You know what happens if you so much as bruise…" his eyes never leave Illyana's as his words trail off. One of the Falcon's steps over, "Captain, this is Jericho Trent… which is impossible." he glances back over at May, "And Agent May… shouldn't be here." WarMachine keeps his eyes on Illyana, "Transpo is six minutes out, when it gets here, you will board, you will follow orders, all of you, or we will carpet bomb Chicago." the faceplate snaps back down into place with a metalic thunk, <And I had Sunfire slag the Danger Room three years ago Princess.> he adds as an after thought.

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Slightly taken aback by Illyana's tone Mikhail stiffens and his chin once more lifts upwards so that mask is almost slanted. "Very well." Thickly responded the man's semi-transparent shield ripples with a wave of green energy. Arms folding across his chest Savior observes, quelling his desire to exert himself. "For now, I defer to your leadership, little Sn.. X-Man."
To distract himself and the attention away from him, if there was any at his slip, "I like this woman, this flatscan. She is tough and very right. Much pain for those who wish to cross us." Look, solidarity - he is backing May's stance. No sacrificing the fallen to the wolves for now.

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Jericho blinks, realizing among other things that this Stark-Tech isn't networked. Oooooh something's really wrong here. He glances back at Illyana. He won't hesitate to fight, even if it means getting killed, if it looks like that's the only option, but right now there's still a chance that they could make it out alive. Which means if no one else starts something, he won't either. Illyana can feel his soul do that odd flicker that happens whenever his traces power or depower. That bit about him being impossible? Um… huh?

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Illyana's eyes are still narrowed. Considering. She glances over to Jericho and gives a slight shake of her head. She still feels a bit weird, and doesn't want to try to disk them out and fail. Or, wind up somewhere else. That might be worse. She tilts her head back towards Jamie. "Help May get Jamie." Maybe if they get some time and space, she could try some healing to get Jamie to wake up. And hope his brain isn't puree from whatever the hell happened to him. She stels up next to Savior, watching WarMachine and waiting. "Name would be good." She suggests to the tall man. He obviously recognizes her as an X-Man.

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Melinda May takes the green-shielded man's words to mean he doesn't plan on handing Madrox over to these others, and they seem to recognize her, so she gambles just a little. "There had better be a medevac with that transpo," she tells WarMachine in her most 'you are skating on thin ice' tone of voice as she kneels down to check on the unconscious Jamie again. If anyone other than Trent (and possibly Illyana) approaches her, they'll find out exactly what weapons she's still got concealed on her person. "And get me a damned blanket. Now." Because damn it's cold out here.

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"I am called Savior." Mikhail informs Illyana. Though, he almost calls himself by name but that can wait. Must and will. "This is all very confusing but we should remain close. Especially you and I. Our powers being… the cause and all for what situation we are in. This is at least theory." Also an excuse.
The man's shield lets up for now. Compliance seems to be the course, he will play along.

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WarMachine doesn't answer any of them, his gaze remains fixed, challengingly, on Illyana. The Jamie she knows doesn't have the stones for that, he's… a goof. This guy is NOT. One of the Falcons eyes May, "If you hurt him, I'll kick you out of the fuckin' transpo I don't care who you're sleeping with." he says in a flat matter of fact tone as he pulls a small folded up mylar emergency blanket from a pouch at the small of his back and unfurls it with a couple flicks of his wrist before handing it over to May.

It takes only a few minutes for the familiar whine of Quinjet engines to sound over the whipping wind, and the trio of ships come in fast and low, landing in a manner that May has to approve of. Excellent piloting skills. Their are gunners on each side equiped with mounted M230's and rocket pods on the wings. The back doors drop down and two Jamie's come out carrying a stretcher and med bags. <Load up.> WarMachine commands while the medics, without speaking a word, begin scanning Jamie with odd devices and loading him onto the floating strecher. He motions to the only Quinjet with an open hatch.

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Jericho nods almost impreceptably to Illyana and goes over to help May get downed-Jamie up and into the Quinnjet. Whatever their disposition here otherwise the his treatment is a priority. Hopefully someone can explain what the hell's going on in the mean time. And hopefully, they all survive the explanation.

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Illyana gives a soft grunt in reply to Savior's comment. "Let's hope that we don't need to recreate the mess that got us here. We're shy one lunatic." Which isn't to say they don't have another one. Just y'know, down one. Expression grim, Illyana joins the others in the Quinjet. Hopefully there will be answers at the end of this ride.

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Melinda May looks up at the Falcon, narrowing her eyes at the man's tone. "Likewise." She snatches the mylar blanket from his hand far more harshly than necessary and with Jericho's help keeps the unconscious Jamie as still as possible until the Quinjets arrive. Seriously, who the HELL is she being accused of sleeping with NOW?

Yes, she probably would be proud of the skills of their pilots if she'd bothered to look up when they arrived. There are altogether too many people that look exactly the same for her taste, and she's not about to let the one that arrived with them get lost in the shuffle. So when the 'medics' and the stretcher arrive, she latches onto their Jamie's collar and refuses to let go. They can take their glares and shove them.

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The Quinjet is loaded quickly and the two to either side take off first, hovering up before the bay doors close on the final ship and it too takes to the air. WarMachine watches it go and the Falcons all take to the air with a leap and begin breaking into a trio of squads that each take a compass point. The repulsars in the suit fire up and WarMachine himself beings to fly upwards as well, heading for the stratosphere where he can watch all the goings on with greater ease.

Inside the Quinjet the pilot's seats are seperate from the back of the ship, locked down behind steel plating, and in the interior is clearly designed for prisoner transport as it is all metal no padding seats, very uncomfortable. As seats are taken, there's a soft click and a hum from beneath every butt. One of the medics speaks without looking up from his work, which seems to mostly be running saline while the other guy places small probes on Their Jamie's temples, "Sensors will tell the pilot if any of you stand. Attempt any take over of the plane and the pilot will eject taking the control panel with him turning this into a one way trip into the ground. So do me a favor, don't screw around." the medic states, looking up only to glance once around the cabin before going back to work, "Flight should take no more then an hour." he adds.